Rotten Apple Pie

Rotten Apple Pie artist: Mac Lethal
Album: 11: 11

Somebody said the classics never
Go outta style but thats a stupid thing to
Say because they actually do
And judgin' by the people that
Are settin all the standards
All of us go outta style too oh Lordy Loo
I swear to christ I'm sure
To screw or somethin
Now the only music bumpin is that
1980s band es pop rap
Id rather beat a dead horse than throw
A saddle on it and ride it
(man it ain't goin nowhere)
You ever seen an irish pot head
That flows with no hair?
I gotta little buddah belly but
I don't really care
See I could never date a girl
Thats on a magazine cover
Cause self absorbed women don't make
Good lovers mother fucker
Just because it's hard to write
Don't make it smart
And bright im painten with
The mothers of invention
Bring my art to life
Deliver menacing glows and now
My nicotene flows
Throughout my bloodstream so im'a give a
Rivet and show and paint a message it's
Like i scraped the edges of
My razor up against my wrist but ehit's
Nothin major cuz only punk mother fuckers
Call the cops and blow a hot
Bubble a poison till it pops
Now you can find me in the burgs
And you can find me in the streets
Until you wonder what happened to meto me
You gotta trust that im
Just smokin' somethin
Dealin with the motions, pumpin beats
Tryna set the style free
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
Gotta make it bounce cuz you
Know it's do or die
I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie
I gotta make it bounce cuz you
Know it's do or die

In 1997 I smack my teacher with my purple
Trapper keep her rockin n stand stiff
In a old dirty bastard t-shirt
Bingo, now im hittin a six
In a highschool lunchroom
With liquor to mix i wish that i
Could get pregnant with ava gardners children
Instead im doin the twirl
As i watch text messages ruin the world
And technology period
Im waitin for the day we can all burn copies
Of eachothers girlfriends and skip
The technology period
Cause Aunt Flow's an old fashioned gal
And computer love just ain't her style
(gross) lordy Lou all I wanna do is
Make it til I'm 42 so
I can feel just in every grouchy
Thing I say or do
Until then you better watch
Out for that tailspin
No I'm not a rapper I'm a used car salesman